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Дата випуску: 20.07.2023
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
Vexed |
I’m showin' you my life more deep than you think |
At nites I get a little less sleep than you think |
Somethin' keeps me up, I can’t even get a wink |
And there’s no point in tryin', so I lay there and blink |
I’m showin' you I feel more stress than you see |
But my business is my business and I keep it all to me |
I’ve done a lot of work for you to see me where I be |
But lately I sense you don’t wanna set me free |
And lately there’s been controversy around my name |
But fuck you 'cuz I ain’t playin' your game |
My attitude, my language they ain’t used to it |
But I ain’t UK garage so get used to it |
'Cuz I was raised an only child |
Not a brother not a sis' raised around hate |
Not a hug not a kiss before this I was just a failure in the mist |
And I made it through the fog, I can’t let you take the piss |
I don’t wanna get vexed and I don’t wanna lose my cool |
But I ain’t gonna let that boy come round try and take me for no fool |
I ain’t gonna let that boy come round, I’m reachin' for my tool |
I ain’t gonna let that boy get flash, I’ll smash his head on the wall |
I don’t wanna get vexed and I wanna lose my rag |
But I ain’t gonna let that boy come round try and take me for no slag |
I ain’t gonna let that boy come round runnin' his gums, you are mad |
Can’t be havin' him think I’m fake, I’ll make his family sad |
I do the fuck what I want that’s how I got here |
And I’ll be damned if I let you fussys interfere |
And if I had my way you won’t even get near |
I don’t need your help, do I make myself clear |
I know it sounds rude that’s because it’s meant to be |
I try to be the rudest boy in this industry |
Ain’t two faced and I ain’t one to blow |
If I don’t like you then I’ll tell you to your |
I don’t know wot you want, I don’t know wot you expect |
But if I know you don’t ask me for respect |
I don’t give it easily, I don’t give it much |
And I ain’t got a heart, so don’t eva try and talk |
All these peeps runnin' round like owe them |
But before I got big I didn’t even know them |
I’ll be doin' this for a whole lotta years |
And I’ll be standin' straight when the smoke clears |
I don’t wanna get vexed and I don’t wanna lose my cool |
But I ain’t gonna let that boy come round try and take me for no fool |
I ain’t gonna let that boy come round, I’m reachin' for my tool |
I ain’t gonna let that boy get flash, I’ll smash his head on the wall |
I don’t wanna get vexed and I wanna lose my rag |
But I ain’t gonna let that boy come round try and take me for no slag |
I ain’t gonna let that boy come round runnin' his gums, you are mad |
Can’t be havin' him think I’m fake, I’ll make his family sad |
I’m the type of boy that takes the bump wiv the grind |
I’m the type of boy to take your girl from behind |
I’m the type of boy your girl wants me to be, she told me |
I don’t act the prettiest 'cuz it don’t suit me |
You could hurry up and you could even shoot me |
But if your girls lettin' off then it’s my duty |
I ain’t tryna keep your wifey truthly |
But it ain’t my fault your girlfriends a groupie |
Be careful what you ask for you could change your mind |
And what you lookin' for, you won’t like what you find |
If you lookin' for the gossip, if your lookin' for the chat |
I’ll remind you that curiosity killed the cat |
Plus you are tellin' lies and they spreadin' like the plague |
What else can I do except keep myself made |
I don’t know why these girls are tryin' to attack me |
But I’m a rude boy, I won’t let nobody track me |
I don’t wanna get vexed and I don’t wanna lose my cool |
But I ain’t gonna let that boy come round try and take me for no fool |
I ain’t gonna let that boy come round, I’m reachin' for my tool |
I ain’t gonna let that boy get flash, I’ll smash his head on the wall |
I don’t wanna get vexed and I wanna lose my rag |
But I ain’t gonna let that boy come round try and take me for no slag |
I ain’t gonna let that boy come round runnin' his gums, you are mad |
Can’t be havin' him think I’m fake, I’ll make his family sad |